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'See You At The Top' Lyrics - Future & FreeBand Gang
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(Hook)
They comin' in on boats, leavin' eye on yard
Hope them shooters don't blap
Try to take what I got
I'll see you at the top top top
I'll see you at the top top top
Cold, coming in on bails, breaking down to the blocks
Take my bitch shop, started from the bottom
But I’ll see you at the top, top top
I’ll see you at the top top top

(Verse)
Gaining my weight back, 25 bricks – I take that
And the kids you like Benny Crocker
Cooking chocolate – I bake that
Thousand hundred – I break that
Million dollars – I make that
Got the yellow bone with the piggy stone
Got it going on, I slay that
Suck my dick and I lay back
Drop the beat and I lay track
Rolling horses like race track
Water hard is like break track
Watch my back while I count stacks
Bury him alive in the pit where the snakes at
I know better to text a nigga 'cause I know they trace that
Please don't say my name and my number many race that
Four hundred years more and to have to had to face that
Like the cool wind from Chicago got his face crack,
Shot the pig in the leg, and the back where his mace at

(Hook)
They comin' in on boats, leavin' eye on yard
Hope them shooters don't blap
Try to take what I got
I'll see you at the top top top
I'll see you at the top top top
Cold, coming in on bails, breaking down to the blocks
Take my bitch shop, started from the bottom
But I’ll see you at the top, top top
I’ll see you at the top top top

(Verse)
All I see is stars and superstars, models and bottle bars
Got to full car garage so I can park my exotic cars,
You’re gonna live large, got hoes on the boulevard,
This is the result of a young nigga working hard,
Give bricks on my face card, a sack of my wage hard
Formula 1, don't make me pull out my race cards
Like feeling you’re young, you see me I like to taste bars
My niggas being thirsty they like to date broads
Things that should be easy baby mama she make it hard
God bless I was son, but sometimes I hate the bar
Bitch get out of my life, jealous 'cause all of my ice
Trying to keep my son out my life, you know that ain’t right

(Hook)
They comin' in on boats, leavin' eye on yard
Hope them shooters don't blap
Try to take what I got
I'll see you at the top top top
I'll see you at the top top top
Cold, coming in on bails, breaking down to the blocks
Take my bitch shop, started from the bottom
But I’ll see you at the top, top top
I’ll see you at the top top top

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